Page 103 of Raze
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, throwing my head back.
His fingers pull me apart to give him more access, and then his tongue firmly glides between me. My body convulses when he flicks my clit before moving back down to make sure there’s no area forgotten. My pussy grinds down on his face, desperate for the release that he’s been teasing me with as his tongue and lips lick the soul from my body. I whimper and writhe against him, needing more.
“More,” I beg. “Please, Jack. I need—”
He slides his fingers into me, and it feels like all the air leaves mybody in a rush.Yes!I don’t know what garbled sounds are coming from my throat now as he strokes my inner walls at the same time as he plays more with my clit.
My lower back tightens, and I grip the wood above my head so much that I don’t know if my hands or the wood might break first. “Fuck! Yes! Yes! Ungh…Jack!”
He adds a third finger, and I’m done. Destroyed. My orgasm takes me over completely until I’m nothing but nerve endings and pure fucking pleasure that I scream out to the world, not giving a fuck that other people live in it outside of me and him. It rushes through my limbs in an instant and then drags itself back and strips me bare of my strength.
My body sags against the bed when it finally passes, leaving me breathless and boneless all at once. Jackson’s crawling over me, and I instinctually turn my mouth to his because I know exactly what he wants, and I’d give him anything right now.
He kisses me slow and deep, stroking me with his tongue once again into submission as I fall deeper and deeper for him. I kiss him like he’s the one who supplies my oxygen, and I need nothing else. I can taste myself in his kiss, and it’s like he’s mixing me with me because he wants all of it at once and can never get enough.
When he finally breaks away, he barely raises his face above mine so my eyes are captured in his. And they are. I latch on to his gaze and couldn’t look away if I tried, with the way he’s staring at me.
Like I’m the entire world, right here in his arms.
“I love you, Raegan,” he whispers above me. “More than oxygen or air. More than every star in the sky. I have always loved you, andthere is nowhere you can go where I won’t follow.”
My lungs freeze, and I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Jackson kisses me again, and fuck it; I don’t need oxygen either.
A knock bangs against the door, and Jackson snaps backward to swing his head around and look at it. His face tightens, and then he’s up and moving. He wets a washcloth in the tiny bathroom to help clean me up before he opens the small port-hole window to toss the cloth out. He spins a few fingers, and there’s a quick breeze that rushes through the room and back out the window while I pull my clothes back on and stand.
Jackson looks me over to make sure I’m good, which I give him a quick nod to, and then he crosses the room to open the door.
“I’msosorry. Did I interrupt something?” Thorne sneers from the doorway.
I move up just behind Jack so I can see him and cross my arms.
His one good eye drops to look at me, and his face twists with disgust.
“Were you hiding yourself from me?” Jackson asks, his tone unperturbed, but I can tell from the tension in his stance that he’s angry about it. “How long were you standing there?”
Fuck.
Did he hear Jackson’s plans?
Thorne looks back to Jack. “Long enough to hear you wasting your time with sex when we have plans we should prepare for.”
Gross.
I mean, yay that he didn’t hear our plans, but did he just stand there and listen to that?
I need a fucking shower.
Jackson’s hand grips the door frame while he leans against the other side, effectively blocking me from Thorne’s view. But I’m staring at the white knuckles of his hand as he holds himself back from attacking Thorne.
“Eavesdrop on us again, Thorne, and I’ll cut your ears off and stuff the holes with cotton balls.” I can’t see Thorne’s reaction now that Jackson has changed his position, but Jack doesn’t let him respond to that. “The plans have already been made. We’re waiting on the chopper. Is it here?”
Thorne’s voice is slightly raised, and he bites the words out in his anger. “It’s five minutes out.”
“We’ll meet you up there, then,” Jackson says right before slamming the door in his face.
I tie my hair up in a ponytail when he turns back to me. “Guess our time’s up, huh?”
Time to prepare for entering the enemy stronghold.
